[...Are you sure about this?]
El's solemn voice echoed in my head as I propelled myself toward the amber-haired man.
'This is the only way.'
I thought, looking at the kneeling Ashlyn from the corner of my eye.
Her awakening had already been delayed for a long time.
She needed a push—a heartbreaking, remorseful experience to awaken.
And Tiffany's death was just what she needed.
[....You shouldn't have done that.]
'...As long as Tiffany is alive, everything will be fine.'
I thought, eyes on the man staring at Ashlyn.
"Where is she?" I asked calmly, blocking his view.
His amber eyes turned towards me as he tilted his head, asking, "Who?"
"Tiffany," I replied, gripping my katana.
"She is dea—."
"That was fake," I interjected, glaring at him. "Stop lying."
He raised his brow in surprise, folding his arms and looking at me. "Yet you didn't tell her, I wonder why?"
"....."
